Author's Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANTHONY RAPP!
So at first this was going to be a rap about Anthony (You know because I love bad puns) But while writing I couldn't get a good rap beat in my head...then La Vie Boheme got stuck in my head so I sort of turned it into a spoof of that. Also I am very frustrated by the fact that no one I know knows who Anthony is...also also I do have pink hair...for the most part I have really bad brown roots. Enjoy!
The little pinked haired fangirl was excited as could be. Because, you see, today was like Christmas but for rentheads. So that night all the rentheads would assemble in a little cafe where they planned to celebrate.
"Hurry! Hurry, come on we're going to be late!" The pink haired fangirl pulled her friend into the cozy little cafe.
"Why are you so excited? What's so special about today, anyway?"
"What's so special about today!" The fangirl gasped. "Why it's October 26th!"
"So?"
"It's Anthony Rapp's birthday." She squealed. Her friend looked at her blankly.
"Who?"
"Who! He only starred in like the best musical EVER...RENT!"
"Oh...was he that guy with the scarf?" Her friend asked as they sat down at the table with the other Rentheads. Thinking that her friend needed some serious schooling in the Rapp department, the pink haired fangirl stood on the table to make a toast and began to sing.
"Dearly beloved we are gathered here, and I think you know why,
Here he lays, we all know his worth
That grate, grate father of...that guy with scarf
On this night when we celebrate his birth
In that little town of Joliet
Let's raise your glass, you beat your ass to...
Anthony Rapp..."
All the other rentheads started to sing and dance along with the music that magically started to play.
"He gives us inspiration, fills us with elation, belting Larson's Creation
Oh, how we love you Anthony and all your bohemian rhapsody
God you're rad, I can't explain you got me going insane
Going mad
He seems so warm and cuddly,
Spectacled yet studley
What I wouldn't give for his hugs
On this great day for drugs and celebration
You've shown us you're able to dance upon a table
All your exclamations sendin' us vibrations
Inspires mucho masturbation
You're so spastic it's fantastic
Chillin' with the illin' winos
I don't care that you're albino
You may be a pearl
But I could be your little red haired girl,
I'm not crazy, I'm no fool
You make me want to put on a suit and jump in a pool
My life it's a mess, it's a mess
But I digress, you're the best, no contest
Maybe you're just trippin'
From adventures babysittin'
Put down your fan mail
We could have a bake sale
You're living proof nerds are hot
Out out damn spot you've got on heart
What can I say?
I wish I met you early then today
When I was feeding the pigeons
In the spot light, losing my religion
But never fear I'm just as queer as you
Without you I wouldn't know what I'd do
You got me swooning for days
With that sexy eyebrow raise
You're not just some guy, tell you why
You're Mark, there's no one better
Wow, I really dig you're sweater
Anthony!
Glasses, scarves, sexy sweaters
Cohen, cameras, Tangos, crazy dancing,
Songs, break ups, loves and stockers
Kitties, lectures, starbucks coffee,
Without you, Rent, Charlie Brown
Look around, documentation!
VIVA ANTHONY RAPP!"
Everyone did a great deal of cheering and clapping. The pink haired fangirl hoped off the table and sat back down by her friend.
"So do you know who I mean now?" She sighed still high on the sweetness of Anthony.
"Sort of."
"Good grief." The fangirl put her head in her hands.